Reading to Ellen, who can NOT get enough about Disney World (we’re going Saturday), we read about EPCOT. I read something about the Japanese pavillion and she says, wisely, “The people from there are Japanish, right?”
Er…close…
Karen thinks it’s a better mix of Japanese and Spanish than, say, Spanese, which makes them sound like types of bouncing dogs…
I’m feeling what might be the onset of yet another bout of diverticulitus, and I am truly sick of dealing with this. It’s a frustrating, annoying illness, especially for someone my age to have to deal with, but I guess it could be worse.
There, it could be worse. Now I feel better.
Not.
OK, so there are only 2 entries here, but they’re both cool and silly, so I think it counts as a round up!
First, courtesy of Neil Gaiman’s blog, the iDuck. It’s more important for non-volatile RAM to be a good bathtub toy than to be small anyway.
Second, courtesy of Gizmodo, the wonderful gadget blog, this throughly bizarre totem flash drive.
Here’s a thought, kiddies. Just because you CAN stick 256 MB of RAM into something, doesn’t mean you should…
The other day, my wife and I are standing in front of my 6 year old’s room, talking to each other.
Me: What’s that word..It means “everywhere” or “all over the place”? It’s like ubik…ubik…
Ellen, from her room, lying on her bed idly: Ubiquitous?
My wife and I both stop, turn to look at her, and look at each other, and just shake our heads.
The kid is SCARY.
There’s this cool faxing “project” that I read about in Neil Gaiman’s blog that allows you to fax by sending an email for free. It’s a very cool concept, because it can be used for a number of other things as well. For example:
–getting a print out of something when there’s no printer nearby (like a hotel) but you CAN receive a fax.
–faxing from your email-enabled phone (I have the Treo 600)
–spooking out someone that you’re sitting in the same room with near a fax machine on a laptop with wifi…;)
I’m sure there are better ideas, but I’m gonna try the last one later. “DON’T LOOK BEHIND YOU!!”, that sort of thing.
I am SUCH a child. *shrug*
When I was a kid, there was a wonderfully entertaining and equally educational show called The Electric Company. For some sad reason, it never survived but here, for those of you starved for Spiderman, Letterman, and The Plumber, come bit and pieces of the show in mp3 and quicktime format.
And I can’t believe that it was joan rivers doing the Letterman intro!?
Thanks to Boing Boing for this walk down memory lane.
Actually, it’s not true, but sometimes I wish I did. Today, I finished Neil Gaiman’s American Gods, a thoroughly brilliant and wonderful read. And as a result, I’m very sad. Not because the book had a sad ending, but because it’s no longer available to me in the same way, ever again, unless I develop Alzheimers.
Even moreso than movies, books become a friend to me. If I find one I just adore, I spend weeks with it, reading it, getting involved in the characters, the storyline, etc. I can picture the people, the settings, the world of a book like American Gods so clearly and so well that to finish it is to lose friends. Of course, I can always reread it, but the players no longer do new things…they lose the life that they had when it was fresh.
A double edged sword, to be sure, but regardless, I’d recommend the book to anyone. It was wonderful.
Thanks, Neil!
Sitting at the table tonight, after the fiasco in the car:
Me: Katie, eat slower. Your stomach might still be a little funny
Ellen (age-6): I don’t want my Katie to die!
Katie (age 3): I’m not gonna die. Only grown ups die sometimes!
What do you say to that? I said “shh and eat your dinner.”
So it’s Easter. Rah Rah. I hate to be cynical, and for disclosure purposes, I’m Jewish (although just barely that, in any case), but like many religious holidays, this has become a “What did you buy me?” holiday, only instead of a fat old man, it’s a furry bunny. Bizarre, actually.
My wife is really into this holiday stuff, and we did the egg thing and hid them, and then gave the kids baskets FULL of crap, and she has (HAD!) a rule that on halloween and Easter, the kids can just eat whatever they want.
Well…that rule is changing after Katie vomited chocolate ALL over herself and the back seat of the car to cap off a 3 hour trip from upstate. What a lovely welcome home. On her blanket, her lap, my hand (when, as a good dad, I tried to catch it or some other such bizarre reflex), the back seat, her toys…
And it smells like chocolate that’s gone bad…It’s impossible to describe. Like EVIL chocolate. Chocolate with an undercurrent of hate or something unwholesome.
Buh.
AOL for broadband. You’d think that if someone was going to put a cable modem connection in a house, it would be a cable connection, across which you’d use AOL. Nope. AOL for broadband means ONLY AOL across that big, fat pipe. No AOL, no access.
I’m lost in the wastelands of upstate new york (sorry di…) with no cel access, no internet access on my Mac thanks to AOL for fucking broadband, and I’m religated to doing the “wipe the cache and history” dance from my brother-in-law’s laptop in order to do any damn thing.
Yay for AOL. Someone should explain to them that it’s a community thing. Play nice.